Well the feeling's mutual at the moment, Sentinel, because you've pushed this truck farther than he's wanted to, and probably into the 'you deserve this' territory. His eyes narrow as he keeps his hands on that throat, lifting him up slightly only to slam him back down.

"Because I believe in our race. I believe that a species of lifeforms who pride themsevles on the ability to change and adapt can be so much more than what you exhibit. Because we are intelligent and we are old and have to provide an example. I expect better of you.

I expected better of EVERYONE. But we didn't--we fought a four million year long war because of the habits you're currently showing. And I will not condone it."

But he also won't kill him. Because that's another part of the war that needs to stop.

And yeah, maybe he expected feelings talk to have a bit of an impact. A little. He slams him down again, to emphasize.

"This is the choice you're going to make. If you want to keep your Prime title, you're going to play by my rules. If you decide not to, drop it, and become the very scum of Cybertron you claimed to be fighting so long ago. Because that's all you'll be reduced to."